Chrysalis

[Genesis]

"Sacrifice. A concept you are all too familiar with."

In a few steps, the old man returned to the table he took the glass from, and carefully placed it back.

"We offer guidance. A purpose."

The man placed his hands together behind his back.

"But you were told this long ago. We are here, at Altair, to further prepare you for your new occupation."

His eyes went up and down, inspecting the mercenary. With a slight frown, he asked:

"Can you walk? We are expected elsewhere on this station."